Election Night

You turned to me on election night

With powder in your hair

The "pardon me's" and "excuse me, ma'am's"

Coalesced out of the heat in the air

I saw you then through a camera lens

In chiaroscuro style

And in that frame for just a moment I

Thought I could make out remorse in your eyes

You're giving it up

So I can believe in you

You're giving it up

So you've got to be sure

Of who is tying your wings back

And who is cutting your hair

The good days come in a crystal glass

With friends we used to have

"Just call me" us

And "I'll see you" theirs

Are starting to take up the space of your name

You're giving it up

So I can believe in you

You're giving it up

So you've got to be sure

Of who is tying your wings back

And who is cutting your hair

I've not seen your face around here in years

But believe me, I've not forgot

You blink and you look at me

I blink and I fall asleep

You blink and you look at me

I blink and I fall asleep

You blink and you look at me

I blink and I fall asleep

(And I've not seen your face around here in years)

You blink and you look at me

(But believe me, believe me, I've not forgot)

I blink and I fall asleep

Asleep, asleep, asleep

You're giving it up

So I can believe in you

You're giving it up

So you've got to be sure

Of who is tying your wings back

And who is cutting your hair

Is cutting your hair

Is tearing down after the party

Is cutting your hair

And packing up the scissors

Is cleaning up after the fun has been had

And the paperwork gets signed

And you're walking on by

On by